Chapter 11
In just a couple more days they would be leaving Las Vegas. Already Helen hated the idea of leaving. The twenty-six-year-old redhead had created a fantasy-world for herself around her husband's gambling schedule. She had discovered things about herself she would never have guessed. She was worried how she would satisfy her lusty cravings once she got back home. It would not be so easy then, as it was just calling room service.
She was all set to call room service after her husband had left for his nightly poker game. He had apparently abandoned the casinos for the ongoing poker game he had discovered. Helen had not even bothered to ask recently whether Ray was winning or losing. He had not volunteered the information. Helen assumed that he must be losing. But she was not interested in the details. As long as her husband had his little diversion, she would continue with hers.
The beautiful housewife was lying naked on the bed when her husband emerged from the shower. She smiled sultrily at him, but he did not seem to pay much attention. Something was apparently on his mind. Helen was disappointed. She had been hoping her husband might feel like warming her up for the night.
"What's the matter, Ray?" she cooed. While scarcely noticing the changes in herself, Helen had grown more sensual, more wanton in her manner. As her body reveled more in the satisfaction of its basest cravings, her body language had grown more confident, more alluring. She had the ways of a woman who knows she can get what she wants.
Ray had not noticed the changes either, until he had watched his wife squirming in wanton abandon with two boys. Now he was alert to all her new whorish wiles. They disgusted him at the same time as they thrilled him. He was full of the excitement of the plan he had contrived for his cheating wife. It pleased him to think that she had no inkling of his discovery of her debauched conduct ... or of the plan he had thought up to punish her.
When her husband ignored her question, Helen asked him again what the matter was. She was getting a little worried about Ray. He was acting so distant, so moody. It was not like him. Normally, she felt she could read her easy-going husband like a book.
Instead of answering her question, Ray barked out an order. "Get dressed, Helen! You're coming with me tonight!"
Helen was horrified. The last thing she wanted to do with her evening was sit in on some boring old poker game. She had been looking forward to seducing a new lover in a bellhop's uniform. The thought that anything might interfere with her plan made her desperate. "Oh, Ray ... you know how I feel about your gambling, darling. I don't mind if you want to do it ... but please don't make me suffer through it with you."
"Get dressed, Helen," he repeated in a voice that made his wife rise to her feet and start putting on her underwear. "Don't bother with panties, Helen. It'll turn me on to know your hot cunt is bare under your dress. It'll give me good luck, you know? And wear that sexy black dress you brought along. The boys should have no objections to letting you sit in, the way you look in that thing."
She was beginning to get aroused by her husband's lurid suggestion that she not wear panties.
Yet, there was something disturbing about the way he had spoken to her. He was not being lighthearted. He looked grim and determined. Helen could feel goose bumps on her arms. Something was wrong and she did not know what. She was nervous.
"I thought you said once before the boys wouldn't appreciate having a woman around during their game."
"This has been all arranged, Helen. Don't worry about a thing."
She went along with it. She didn't feel that she had much choice. Gloomy thoughts that she was missing one of her last chances to enjoy the boys at the hotel ran through her head as she made her preparations in front of the mirror.
Despite her uncertainty at what was going on, Helen could not pass up an opportunity to admire herself. This was her first chance since she had arrived to wear her black gown. It looked good. The decolletage ran all the way down to her waist, so her tits were bare from her breastbone all the way in to the edges of her nipples. The smooth material hugged her tightly enough to accent the pert tips of her nipples and the prominent bulge of her pubic mound. She looked all woman and very sexy. She wondered why Ray wanted her to go to the poker game looking so sultry. She was sure the men would be able to detect she was wearing no panties. The material would have highlighted her panty lines, if she had had any. The outfit seemed designed to inflame desires ... and it had been Ray's choice.
In spite of her foreboding of danger, Helen trembled with excitement at the appearance she made in the mirror. She followed her husband dutifully out the door, full of apprehension as to what the evening held in store.
Ray had told his three poker partners that he was bringing along a woman who liked to have a good time. He had not mentioned that she was his wife. When they arrived, he introduced her only as Helen. He grinned wryly as he noted the enthusiasm on the men's faces. Ray had asked them to agree to a game where he would put Helen up as his stake. The men had been mildly intrigued by the idea. Now it was clear they were wildly enthusiastic. Helen had got them all in the sensitive spot where their baser instincts lay.
Helen was discovering that she did not mind being pulled away from a night's dalliance with the boys at the hotel. She found herself responding hungrily to the attention and admiring glances of the three men Ray had been playing poker with. She accepted the dry martini one of them offered her and the refill proffered by a second as soon as her glass was empty. The gin quickly made her feel tipsy. Her good humor returned. She poised seductively on a stool one of the men brought her to watch the progress of the game.
One thing that puzzled Helen was that her husband did not lay down any chips as he met the calls of the other players. She wondered if there was some special rule she did not know that allowed for playing without chips. She doubted it. Otherwise they would all be playing that way. She was dying to ask Ray what his strategy was, but she knew one of the cardinal rules of sitting in on a poker game was to keep your mouth shut.
Only once during the game did her husband pay her any attention, and that was to refill her martini glass. Helen felt reassured by the gesture. Even though he seemed different, she realized that if he was aware enough of her needs to know when she needed another drink, things must still be all right betweeen them. He was just uptight about the poker games, that was all. Maybe he had lost more money than he had planned on.
Though he had planned to lose sooner or later so he could watch his wife take her humiliation, Ray found himself sweating as the reality of losing loomed before him. He had a weak hand. That meant that soon he would watch the game's winner fucking his wife in front of two other men. It was the humiliation she deserved for her wanton behavior with the boys, but still he wondered if he would have the nerve to let it happen. He let himself recall how she had looked squirming between two hard cocks. His doubt was gone. He was going to lose all right. And she could cry for mercy all she wanted. He would just sit back and laugh!
The redhead realized she was getting pretty drunk. She had lost interest completely in the progress of the game. Instead she was fantasizing about what each of the men would be like as a lover. Ray, she already knew. He was a nice guy, but dull, and quick to shoot his load. In her tipsy state, she realized she would like to experiment with some real men for a change, instead of women or boys. Her reckless libido began to plot how she might make her latest desires come true.
She was startled by the shout of elation that came from the man called Jim. Jim had apparently won the game. He was standing up, shaking his fist playfully over his head and grinning at Helen. She grinned back. Jim was a good-looking guy-heavy but muscular, graying at the temples-and there was no doubt in her mind he was interested in her. The way he was looking at her right now told her that. She squirmed uneasily on her stool and cast a sidelong glance at Ray. She hoped her husband was not getting jealous of the attention she was getting.
Ray looked totally unmoved by his latest loss. He was not grumbling the way the other two were doing. He looked at Helen and cracked a smile. It was a strange smile, one that Helen thought looked almost as if he despised her. "Ray...." she said. It must be the drink, she told herself. Ray would never really look at her the way she thought he was looking at her.
"It's your big chance, Helen, honey," he told her in a voice louder than he normally used. "I know how you like to fuck little boys on the sly. But this time you get to fuck a full-grown man, and with an audience too!"
She felt hands easing her down off the stool. She did not know whose hands they were. She tried to push them away. But her attention was still focused on her husband. What had Ray said? He knew about her boys? How was that possible? She must not be understanding him right.
And what else had he said? She was going to get to fuck a full-grown man ... with an audience.
The men forced her to bend over the poker table ... pushing her dress up over her naked ass.
"Look at that, Merv. No panties!"
"Yeah, Karl, I don't believe it! You sure are a lucky son-of-a-bitch, Jim!"
"Don't I know it!"
Helen felt the warm rush of air assault her naked cunt and her knees began to quake. It was like a crazy dream. Her husband was sitting there with that contemptuous grin on his face. Three other men were fondling her bare ass and thighs, while apparently one of them planned to fuck her. In front of her own husband! This was why he had brought her here tonight! To punish her!
Her green eyes brimmed with tears as she stared unbelieving at the man she had thought she knew so well. Ray had always been such a solid, predic table kind of guy! Who would ever have thought he would go so far to wreak his fierce revenge? "Ray ... you can't let them do this to me!"
He raised his hands and shrugged. "It's out of my hands now, baby. Jim won the game fair and square. He gets to fuck you. That's all there is to it."
Helen felt a thick dull pressure against the crack in her ass. She realized the big man called Jim had his cock out. He was getting ready to fuck her! "Don't either of you guys get too anxious!" she heard him say. "Remember, I'm the guy who won this sweet ass! I'm going to enjoy it, nice and slow and proper. Eat your hearts out, fellas!"
Helen had to brace herself against the poker table to keep from being knocked flat on her face. The next thing she knew, a turgid cock had soared deep into her tight pussy. It was the first she realized how wet she had been. Though his cock felt big, it had not hurt her at all! Her pussy had gotten wet from the thrill of sitting around looking sexy at a poker game with three good-looking strangers. "Hhnnhh!" she groaned as he started to fuck her in a deep steady rhythm.
"Hey, guys, look at that sweet ass wiggle! Fuck her good, Jim! Shit, she must be wet! Look at the juices on your cock!"
"She's wet all right! Uh! Man, this is the hottest, tightest little cunt I've had for a long time! I've got to thank you, Ray, for putting up these sweet stakes!"
"My pleasure, Jim ... or maybe I should say it's the lady's pleasure. She looks like she's enjoying herself good. How about it, Helen? Is it turning you on, cunt, to get fucked with an audience of admirers around you? I thought you'd like it. I wanted to do something special for my wife to celebrate our week's vacation!"
Despite the rising hurt and anger that were at last finding an outlet, Ray could not repress a definite welling excitement. A throbbing started up in his cock at the sight of his good-looking wife getting fucked hard over the green table while two other men fondled her ass and reached under to grope her tits. Though tears were still running from Helen's eyes, none of the others seemed to have noticed her grief. Ray could see why. Her ass was starting to wiggle back to meet Jim's inthrusts. She was enjoying herself! Even if she was still suffering mentally at her humiliation, her body was striving for more of the swollen pleasure of Jim's big cock.
"Look at her go, boys! You're giving her what she wanted, all right!" With mixed anger and excitement, he watched his wife fall reluctant prey to the thrilling orgy he had subjected her to. He knew a part of her must be guilt-wracked for yielding so easily to three other men in front of her husband. But that part of her did not seem to carry so much weight any more, not with her newly aroused libido in charge!
Listening to her husband's scathing words only made Helen more desperate. She knew there was truth in what he was saying. She was getting some pleasure from the cock that worked in and out of her cunt. She hated to yield to such depravity when she knew it was being used to humiliate her. In her confused and drunken state, it seemed there was no way back to the safe life she had known as Ray's wife before she discovered the extent of her sensual hungers. She could not imagine her husband taking her back. She felt as if she were being set adrift, with no safe harbor in sight ... with only the pleasure-dealing cock that reamed her cunt to comfort her.
It was not as if Helen had known that she wanted to be safe. She had come almost to despise the safety that Ray seemed to represent. She realized now that it had been easy for her to experiment-with Sandy, with the boys-knowing that she had a safe refuge as Ray's wife. She didn't know that any more. She looked again at her husband as she bent over the table and took the cock deep into her cunt. His eyes glinted with a cold gleam that made her tremble inside. He hated her! He hated her for what she was doing! What he had made her do!
Helen felt miserable when she thought about the way her life had fallen apart. She tried to stop herself from thinking. She took desperate refuge in the hard cock that rammed again and again into her wet clinging cunt. As the pleasure in her pussy grew, it was as if salve were being spread on the wounds in her heart. No matter what happened later, she had pleasure now. And how she needed it! Oh, how she needed it!
"Aaaahhhhh ... God ... fuck meeeeee!" Her wails filled the room as her asscheeks churned back to meet the urgent strokes of the man behind her. The eyes of the other two men bulged with envy as they watched the winner claim his hot and hungry reward. All three men were stunned to realize it was his wife that Ray had put up as stakes in a poker game. But the idea thrilled them. They realized they were somehow being used to even a score between Ray and his sexy redheaded wife. They were glad to oblige. Jim would not have missed her hot clinging pussy for the world. And Karl and Merv were happy just to be along for the ride. They had not given up hope that there might be leftovers for them when the time came.
Helen was living up to every lewd expectation Ray had had of her. She was acting like a drunken, lecherous whore. A part of Ray wanted to turn his back on his wife and walk out of her life forever. But the rest of him was linked by a swelling excitement to the wanton fever that pervaded the room. He could not leave. Not now! He sensed that he and his cheating wife were sharing some kind of primitive rite. It was their first orgy. And, though their feelings for each other were mixed, it was the most intense experience they had ever shared.
"That-a-boy, Jim! Give it to her! Feel that, Helen? That's just to remind you that I'm still the boss! If I want to give you away, I'll give you away. But you don't go making decisions like that for yourself! Hear?" Ray could not remember ever having been so forceful with his wife. It felt good!
"I hear, Ray! I won't forget! Honest! Uuuuuuhhhh!" Although she was hotly absorbed in the pleasure ricocheting through her half-naked body, Helen had not missed the underlying meaning in Ray's words. He was letting her know she was still a part of his life! He was punishing her so she would not make the same mistake again. He was not going to kick her out after all! The relief flowed through her along with a new assault of pleasure. Helen writhed abandonedly before the repeated pummeling of the hard cock that rammed her cunt over and over again. She cast a sidelong glance at her husband who was still sitting next to the table. The arousal glittering in his eyes thrilled her. She felt reckless now, reckless to learn that her life was not completely blown. She still had a home to go to when this was all over!
"You're excited too, Ray! Admit it! Uh, Ray, it feels so good!"
"Sure it feel good, baby! That's what fucking is all about! I bet that tight pussy of yours is really wet now!" Helen's big husband had almost forgotten what the original object of the exercise had been. Thoughts of vengeance were far from his mind as he watched his wife squirm her slippery cunt along Jim's bloated cock over and over. He realized the excitement that had taken hold of him was every bit as intense as what the other men were going through. He doubted that he was quite as high as his wanton wife. Her jaw hung slackly open as she grunted at each inthrust of Jim's cock. The other two men had pulled their cocks out and were standing near her. She looked from one cock to the other. The expression on her face was like that of a starving child set loose in a candy store. She looked greedy, drunk, a little demented. But her ass never quit squirming. And her moans grew even louder.
"Uh, jeez, Jim! What's it like now?" Merv demanded.
"Aaii ... her pussy's really sucking on my cock! She's trying to pull the jism right out of me, for Chrissakes!"
While Ray and the other men watched spellbound, Jim stepped up his already breakneck pace into Helen's cunt. The big man had a fixed stare of urgent desperation.
"Christ ... look out, honey, I'm shooting my wad into that hot cunt of yours!" His fingers dug into her ass-flesh as he braced himself for the flood of orgasm that drained the color from his face and changed his look of desperation to one of frenzied elation.
"Uuuuhhh ... me too ... I'm ... God ... commmming!" Like kids watching a circus act, the other three men watched the redhead slam her shapely asscheeks back at Jim's loins. Her eyes bore a look of untamed ferocity as her climax made her shudder like a newly captured mare. Then suddenly the look of ferocity was gone. She was tame as a pussycat.